System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

"Uncle, what should we do? My brother said we can't burn these paper figures, but they've already spotted us. Are we just going to let them attack us like this?"

Wu Tianzhen was extremely anxious when she saw the paper figure eyeing everyone.

The paper figure cannot be burned, nor can it be hit; I don't know what to do.

"Brother Zhang Hao, judging from your furrowed brow, you don't know how to deal with them either?"

"Boss?"

Zhang Hao looked at the paper figures in the main hall; there were at least several hundred, if not thousands, and each one contained the consciousness of a person.

If what Zhang Qilin said is true, that destroying the paper doll will cause the consciousness inside to emerge and possess other people's bodies, then he himself will be fine, but the others will definitely not be able to resist.

Even the strongest willpower can't withstand the sheer number of these consciousnesses.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. If he sacrificed all these paper figures, he could not only destroy them, but also randomly obtain things transmitted from the imaginary space.

With a sudden thought, he prepared to offer sacrifices to the paper figures in the main hall.

[Ding! The paper figures used in the burial were not made of flesh and blood; the sacrifice has failed.]

"Uh……"

Zhang Hao had already anticipated the possibility of the sacrifice failing, but he didn't expect it to actually not succeed.

Since the sacrifice failed, we need to think of other ways.

The biggest difficulty in dealing with these paper figures is their consciousness. If that consciousness can be eliminated, these paper figures are nothing to fear.

"Uncle, watch out!"

Just as he was pondering, the paper figures in the main hall launched their attack.

One by one, the paper figures floated up from the spot and stood in the void.

The appearance of an army of thousands of paper figures was extremely bizarre.

Upon seeing the group of paper figures that couldn't be attacked, the fat man cursed, "Damn it, why are these ghostly things bothering us? I really hope a bolt of lightning strikes down and kills them right now!"

"We're inside Ping Mountain now. Even if it thunders outside, nothing will happen inside."

"Fatty, what did you just say?"

"Let a bolt of lightning strike them dead!!"

Zhang Hao smiled upon hearing this, for thunder is the nemesis of all evil and malevolent things.

The paper figure contained only a consciousness, not some powerful demon.

The palm lightning he possesses should be enough to deal with these things.

With a thought, a ball of lightning began to crackle in Zhang Hao's palm.

He raised his hand, and several bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air.

With a loud "boom," lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the paper figures.

Before the paper figure could react, it turned into a ball of flame, and in the end, the entire paper figure was burned to a pile of black ash.

In addition, large craters appeared where the lightning struck.

With such power, dealing with these paper figures is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

However, the best way to deal with these paper figures right now is with the Palm Thunder. So what if it's a waste? Releasing it only consumes a little bit of stamina, which can be recovered very quickly.

Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Yi Sa, and Ding Yudie were stunned by what they had just witnessed.

Mouths agape, eyes fixed intently on the spot where the lightning struck.

"How could there be lightning when we're inside Ping Mountain?"

"The power of that lightning was astonishing; it instantly obliterated the paper figure."

Suddenly, the fat man remembered something. He turned to Zhang Hao and said, "I remember now. When we encountered the Japanese in Beijing, you used this move. It's the Taoist immortal technique, Palm Thunder!"

Zhang Hao smiled. The fat man was quite knowledgeable; he actually recognized that he was using the Palm Thunder.

The few palm strikes that landed just now only killed a few paper figures; there are still hundreds or even thousands of paper figures left in the main hall.

His repeated use of palm lightning was still too inefficient.

It would be better if there were more powerful means.

However, having a way to deal with them is always better than having no way at all.

At least those paper figures were struck by palm lightning as soon as they got close, so they couldn't get near them at all.

Looking at the lightning that appeared in Zhang Hao's palm, a question suddenly occurred to him.

These paper figures kept attacking, but if they could surround themselves with the lightning released by the palm thunder, wouldn't their attack efficiency be much higher?

With a thought, he tried to change the trajectory of the lightning, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the lightning released from his palm was at his mercy.

However, the lightning released only lasts for a limited time, about two or three seconds, but that's enough.

As Zhang Hao released the palm lightning, he manipulated the generated lightning to form a lightning ring with a diameter of 2 meters around himself, surrounding Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Yi Sa, Ding Yudie, and Zhang Qilin.

The paper figures that attacked burst into flames with a loud bang as soon as they touched the lightning.

This time, Zhang Hao used the lightning ring to directly eliminate twenty or thirty paper figures, which was much more efficient than striking directly with the palm lightning.

The lightning dissipated after killing two groups of paper figures.

Before the lightning dissipated, he used the lightning bolt in his palm to generate more lightning to replenish it.

Keep that ring formed by lightning intact.

The paper figures kept attacking, and when they touched the lightning, they burned to ashes with a loud bang.

In a short time, more than half of the paper figures in the main hall were gone.

This scene left everyone around speechless.

"Brother Zhang Hao, you are truly a genius! Even the Taoist Celestial Masters would never have imagined that the Palm Thunder could be used in this way!"

"Uncle is amazing! This trick can be used not only against paper figures, but also against other monsters."

"Zhang Hao, you're amazing! Every move you make is a pleasant surprise."

"Boss, you're so handsome, even I'm starting to fall for you."

Even Zhang Qilin's gaze fell on Zhang Hao at this moment.

He never imagined that Zhang Hao had become so powerful, and his methods were endless, constantly redefining his understanding of him.

Outside the main hall, a dozen or so Miao village Gu masters stared wide-eyed at the scene before them.

"Who exactly is he, and why is he so powerful?"

"With his methods, none of us are his match, unless we encounter the Corpse King!"

"No, even the Corpse King might not be his match, unless we use forbidden techniques together to strengthen the Corpse King."

"But that would mean losing our natal Gu, and our lifespan would be greatly reduced."

"Using forbidden techniques only shortens our lifespan. If we fail to complete the mission, we will be killed by our ancestor. Do we have any other choice?"

……

Hearing the discussions among the Gu Masters in the darkness at the entrance of the main hall, Zhang Hao felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of crisis arose within him.

What is this forbidden technique they're talking about, and why can it strengthen the Corpse King?

And why did the ancestors of Xijiang Miao Village insist on stopping them from breaking through the mountain to extract gallbladders?

Could it be that the consciousness inside her body is no longer the original one, and she has been controlled by the water spirit?

But when we met, she didn't have that distinctive stench of a corpse. So what's the problem?